There's a moment of confusion when he pulls away to take his shirt off, but she's beaming by the time Balthier drapes it over her shoulders, happy to slide her arms through the sleeves and pull it around herself more securely.
"If I knew you liked me in your shirts I would have worn them while you were home before," with a laugh, Aerith turns around. The front of his shirt hangs open billowing apart as she moves to reveal the rest of the minimal ensemble.
When she stops she leans in, kissing him while she unfastens the collar around her neck, delighting in the way they both seem intent on enjoying one another without any pretense of a game in the way. Reaching for his hand, Aerith pulls it to her, doubling up the collar and sliding it onto his wrist like a bracelet before she laces her fingers with his.
"Wear it like this, you're not my anything tonight, you're just mine."
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"If I knew you liked me in your shirts I would have worn them while you were home before," with a laugh, Aerith turns around. The front of his shirt hangs open billowing apart as she moves to reveal the rest of the minimal ensemble.
When she stops she leans in, kissing him while she unfastens the collar around her neck, delighting in the way they both seem intent on enjoying one another without any pretense of a game in the way. Reaching for his hand, Aerith pulls it to her, doubling up the collar and sliding it onto his wrist like a bracelet before she laces her fingers with his.
"Wear it like this, you're not my anything tonight, you're just mine."